The Words We Didn't Mean

I'm sick of us trading places: the one who leaves and the one who is left. It didn't have to be like this.

The 6:30 Feeling

No, this isn't Hollywood glamor or West Coast living. This is honesty so brutal you can't breathe when you're finished. This is the resurrection of everything that you lost between midnight and six AM. This is healing. This is hope.

The Sky Is A Mirror

When you look at the stars in awe, I hope they're looking back. I'm sure they'd find you just as beautiful.

When the Grieving Feels Like Surrender

Without you, filet mignon turns to ash in my mouth. Merlot tastes like battery acid and I cannot speak. Every time I inhale, my lungs are set ablaze. I miss you. I need you. Please, please god, come home.

An Effigy of My Addictions

But now I know you’re nothing but a thief, and while you may keep the memories that I’ve forgotten, the decks of cards I’ve lost (they all stuck together anyways), the bonds forged from vices and hazy rooms, and the laughter that held no substance,

I’d like my dignity back.

I Never Believed In Silence

These words are ripped from my breast, cleaved from my soul, without thought or remorse. Every ounce of this house echoes of you.

The Things You Confuse

They say love will do strange things. But that isn't love. Obsession, maybe. Lust, maybe. The need to be needed, maybe. But not love. You have no excuse.